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Charlton Athletic

Charlton Athletic
Charlton Athletic Logo.

Valley Floyd Road,
oh mist rolling
in from the Thames
my desire is always
to be here
at Valley Floyd Road
many miles have I travelled,
many games have I seen
following Charlton
my favourite team
many hours have I spent
with the Covered End choir
singing Valley Floyd road
my only desire.

We love u,
we love u,
we love u,
and when u play
we follow,
we follow,
we follow,
cos we support
the charlton,
the charlton,
the charlton,
and that’s the way
we like it,
we like it,
we like it,
awoahhawoahawoah!

We all dream of a team Kermorgant,
team Kermorgant, team Kermorgant.

we all dream of a team Kermorgant,
team Kermorgant, team Kermorgant.

Wiggins, you’re a cunt
wiggins, Wiggins you’re a c**t.

Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiissssssssssshhhhhhhh.

Millwall your crap
you cant even rap
oh milwall your crap
oh millwall
your crap you cant kick a ball
we just own you
just give up on life,
cos we own London

charlton!

Jason Euell, Euell!
always believe in your soul
you’ve got the power to score,
you’re indestructible,
always believe in…
[repeat]
(eventually end in Jason Euell, Euell)

Millwall you have no friends.

Jason Yule,
always believe in Yule
you’ve got the power to know
you’re indestructible
always believe in..
jason Yule!

Jason Euell,
always believe in Euell
you’ve got the power to know
you’re indestructible
always believe in..
jason Euell!

Oh south london
oh south london
is wonderful
is wonderful
oh south london is wonderful is full
tits fanny and charlton
oh south london is wonderful.

Your s**t and you
no you are youre s**t and you
no you are youre s**t and you
no you are Cunts.

The best player we’ve ever seen
Shelvey, Shelvey
he’s just about to turn eighteen
Shelvey, Shelvey
he’s tall, he’s quick, he’s bald, he’s hard
a cross-field ball from 40 yards
Jonjo Shelvey the Charlton wonderkid

na na na na na na na na na na na
na na na na na na na na na na na
na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na

Jonjo Shelvey the Charlton wonderkid!

Your sister is your mother,
your father is your brother
your f*****g one another
the Millwall family.

Bou, Bou, Bouazza,
Bou, Bou, Bouazza.

Oh Nicky Bailey
you are the love of my life
oh Nicky Bailey
I’ll let you s**g my wife
oh Nicky Bailey
I want ginger hair too.

Shalalalaha,
shalalalha,
shalalalha,
he sent the Palace down.

Therry Racon,
Therry Racon,
Therry Racon,
Therry Racon.

Valley Floyd Road,
the mist rolling in from the Thames,
My desire is always to be found at,
Valley Floyd Road.

Many miles have I travelled,
Many games have I seen,
Following Charlton my favourite team,
Many hours have I dreamed,
of returning home,
Its Valley Floyd Road.

My Only Desire,
Valley Floyd Road,
the mist rolling in from the Thames,
My desire is always to be found at,
Valley Floyd Road.

From Selhurst to West Ham,
Many years have we roamed,
Forever dreaming of returning home,
Many hours have I spent in the Covered End choir,
Its Valley Floyd Road,
My only desire.

Valley Floyd Road,
the mist rolling in from the Thames,
My desire is always to be found at,
Valley Floyd Road.

Ooh ah Robbie Elliot,
say ooh ah Robbie Elliot.

Super, super Sam,
super, super Sam,
super, super, super sexy Sam.

Semedo wooo he oh,
Semedo wooo he oh,
He comes from Portugal,
He f*****g hates Millwall,
Semedo wooo he oh.

Luke Varney,
Varney Varney Varney.
Luke Varney,
Varney Varney Varney.

Oo ah just a Lita bit,
oo ah a Lita bit more,
oo ah just a Lita bit,
give him the ball
and he will score.

Zheng Zhi wherever you may be,
you sell dodgy dvds.
Could’ve been worse,
could’ve been Millwall,
selling crack in a primary school.

We are the Charlton,
pride of all London
the kings of the South,
and we hate the Palace
‘cos they’re all the mouth.
The Addicks will rise and the Eagles fall,
‘cos we are the Charlton the greatest of all.

One Song, we’ve only got one Song!

Oh Andy Hunt,
Oh Andy Hunt,
Oh Andy Hunt he plays up front,
He’s got a name like a fanny,
Oh Andy Hunt he plays up front

We’ll beat you back to London.

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